1. لَمّا سَكَتَ حَسِبتَ أَنَّكَ ناجِ

    هَيهاتِ إِنّي كَالمَنونِ أُفاجي

    When I fell silent, you thought yourself safe.

    Far from it! Like death, I strike by surprise.

  2. تَاللَهِ تَطمَعُ بِالسَلامَةِ بَعدَما

    أَلقاكَ جَهلَكَ في يَدِ الأَمواجِ

    By God, do you hope for safety after

    Your ignorance cast you into the waves’ grasp?

  3. إِن كانَ داخَلَكَ الغُرورُ فَإِنَّهُ

    ما اِنفَكَّ في البُسَطاء وَالسُذّاج

    If conceit has entered you, then surely it

    Has always dwelt in the simple-minded and the gullible.

  4. إِنّي أَنا الأَسَدُ الهَصورُ بَسالَةً

    وَيلٌ لِقَومٍ حاوَلوا إِحراجي

    Indeed, I am the lion, fierce in valor;

    Woe to those who tried to embarrass me!

  5. حاوَلتَ أَن تَهتاجَني عَن مَربَضي

    لِتَنالَ ذِكراً خِبتَ يا ذا الراجي

    You tried to rouse me from my lair

    To win renown—you failed, O hopeful one!

  6. عارٌ إِذا أَنشَبتُ فيكَ مَخالِبي

    إِذ لَيسَ مِن خُلُقي اِفتِراسُ نِعاجِ

    It would be shameful if I sank my claws into you,

    For it is not my nature to prey on ewes.

  7. وَظَنَنتَ أَنَّكَ بالِغٌ شَأوي إِذا

    رُمتَ القَريضَ فَما ظَفِرتَ بِحاجِ

    And you thought you could match my reach when

    You attempted verse—but you failed to attain your aim.

  8. إِنَّ القَوافي كَالخَرائِدِ مِنعَةً

    وَتَفوقُها في نَبذِ كُلِّ مُداجِ

    Indeed, rhymes are like secluded maidens in their unapproachability,

    And surpass them in spurning every dissembler.

  9. وَالشِعرُ تاجٌ لَو عَلِمت وَلَم تَكُن

    مِمَّن يَليقُ بِحَملِ هَذا التاجِ

    And poetry is a crown, if you but knew; and you were not

    Among those worthy to bear this crown.

  10. خُذها مُثَقَّفَةً إِذا وَقَعَت عَلى

    جَبَلٍ لَأُزعِجَ أَيَّما إِزعاجِ

    Take it, finely honed: if it fell upon

    A mountain, it would be shaken mightily.

  11. أَنا خَيرُ مَن قالَ القَوافِيَ مادِحاً

    أَنا خَيرُ من قالَ القَوافِيَ هاجي

    I am the best of those who utter rhymes in praise;

    I am the best of those who utter rhymes in satire.

  12. قَد كُنتُ أَزهُدُ في الهِجا لَو لَم يَكُن

    لَكَ يا مَريضَ العُجبِ خَيرُ عِلاجِ

    I would have shunned satire, had it not been

    The best remedy for you, O sufferer from vanity.